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Feb. 19th, 2006 09:22 pmDown in the lower, darker regions, there was business for just about anything.
Atton waved a cloud of smoke away from his face, wishing that the music wasn’t blaring out quite so loud and heading up to the high balconies that overlooked the dance floor and leaning over the balcony.
“Well, hey, sugar,” A light, female voice and an arm around his shoulder. “Now, aren’t you a little bit lonely? Here all by yourself?”
“Well, I would be dancing, but, you see,” Atton turned around, grinning at the Twi’lek woman. “I have somebody I need to see.”
“Not a lady friend, I hope?”
“More like a slicer.”
“Well, perhaps I can help you with that,” The Twi’lek smiled. “For a price.”
“Isn’t there always a price? You’re a slicer?”
“No. But I know somebody who is. Best slicer in the underworld, I’d say. And he has other talents that I’ve found useful.”
“Naked talents?”
“No. More bloody.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Do you?”
Atton considered this.
“Not really. Nor do I really care, I just want a slicer. Without any bloody-ness.”
“His name’s Leyo. Leyo Gantl. You can find him in the rooms above Gorror’s Cantina.”
“Why, thank you.” Atton grinned broadly, turning away.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere until you pay me.”
Atton didn’t need to turn to know there was a blaster at his back.
“Pay you?”
“Not much. Just a couple of hundred credits, I think that’s fair.”
“And here I thought you only wanted me for my amazing good looks.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t have noticed you if you hadn’t been looking so broody.”
“I was not looking broody.”
“We’re getting off topic. Payment, now.”
Atton muttered, tossing her some credits and striding off down the stairs. He was sure he heard a shout of ‘hey, I said a couple of hundred!’ as he left. But he didn’t really care.
“Schutta.”
Atton waved a cloud of smoke away from his face, wishing that the music wasn’t blaring out quite so loud and heading up to the high balconies that overlooked the dance floor and leaning over the balcony.
“Well, hey, sugar,” A light, female voice and an arm around his shoulder. “Now, aren’t you a little bit lonely? Here all by yourself?”
“Well, I would be dancing, but, you see,” Atton turned around, grinning at the Twi’lek woman. “I have somebody I need to see.”
“Not a lady friend, I hope?”
“More like a slicer.”
“Well, perhaps I can help you with that,” The Twi’lek smiled. “For a price.”
“Isn’t there always a price? You’re a slicer?”
“No. But I know somebody who is. Best slicer in the underworld, I’d say. And he has other talents that I’ve found useful.”
“Naked talents?”
“No. More bloody.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Do you?”
Atton considered this.
“Not really. Nor do I really care, I just want a slicer. Without any bloody-ness.”
“His name’s Leyo. Leyo Gantl. You can find him in the rooms above Gorror’s Cantina.”
“Why, thank you.” Atton grinned broadly, turning away.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere until you pay me.”
Atton didn’t need to turn to know there was a blaster at his back.
“Pay you?”
“Not much. Just a couple of hundred credits, I think that’s fair.”
“And here I thought you only wanted me for my amazing good looks.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t have noticed you if you hadn’t been looking so broody.”
“I was not looking broody.”
“We’re getting off topic. Payment, now.”
Atton muttered, tossing her some credits and striding off down the stairs. He was sure he heard a shout of ‘hey, I said a couple of hundred!’ as he left. But he didn’t really care.
“Schutta.”